Luyện nghe bài hát A Growing Boy Needs His Lunch

In gas stations with mini-marts
You'll rows of them for sale
statues of Elvis Presley
Screw his off and drink like a vampire

His disciples flock to such a shrine
Sprawled across his ghastly mansion
A shopping mall filled with rugs and Elvis dolls

And I wonder, I wonder
Will ever Elvis take the place of Jesus in a thousand
Religious wars, barbaric
Bloodshed over, what's left of his myth?

A growing boy needs his
A boy needs his lunch

When pesticides get banned we're up north
We just sell them to those other
Soon there's of exotic deformed babies
that's not our fault

Just dip 'em in glaze, paint 'em orange and
For the roadside stands
To sell alongside plastic burros and baths

And I wonder, yeah I
Why so insects around us feed off the dead
The squads, starvation
Foreign aid, leave it to the magic of the marketplace

A boy needs his lunch
A growing boy his lunch

should just love each other
Dip your toe into the
Drop your guns and lawsuits and love each
Life begins beyond the

And while you're busy in the streets
your hatred for all to feel
Jiminy Cricket's found a game to
Stick your neck out and trust, it'll be away

Jimmy through your locked doors
Rifle through sacred drawers
Line my pockets, deface your
'Til the cows home to me, to me, all for me

Nibbling like an earwig winding through brain
Bound like Lawrence spreadeagle to a bed
The migraine gets when we find out we lay eggs
And no one in all of Borneo can you scream, scream

A growing boy his lunch
A growing boy his lunch
A boy needs his lunch

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